tongue bleached seeds on the back steps at sunset, rubbled red dusted clumped dirt bruised and wet Posted on February 14, 2015 by Urban F
walked past an old man, handed me a plate of figs, he said “they wont let me feed the birds, so I grow these instead”. Posted on January 29, 2015 by Urban F
self portrait – sits alone, the time keeper, watching us pass, the maker of it all Posted on January 16, 2015 by Urban F
dragon waits alone in shadows, he hears the rivers fallen echo, she drowns in the river of light Posted on December 14, 2014 by Urban F
A bee fell from the sky, spoke to me in circles, a dance at my feet. An ant took a chance and jumped on her back, the bee and the ant flew away Posted on December 7, 2014 by Urban F